With a put upon sigh the God smiled, it was not a kind smile, moving the stand he put the muzzle on the bed. Quickly, his hand darted out and swiped across the mans jaw with a harsh slap.
"I'd advise you not to test me, consider that to be your warning." He said, eyes flashing. If he were forced to use the bridle, it would not be the only pain the man would suffer, the bridle caused pain with even the slightest of movements. Even swallowing had been a difficult task, having pushed his own tongue onto the unforgiving hooks and ended up wetting his throat with his own blood.